guile fairy

Chapter 15 T13
  Following T13, we soon reached the deepest part of the Lost Valley - a particularly silent cemetery.

T13 carefully placed the flowers collected from other monsters on a small earth bag.

It was an inconspicuous dirt bag. If the surrounding area hadn't been exceptionally clean and there were no other weeds, Fu Zhaozhao might not have noticed it.

After T13 carefully placed the flower on it, he made a low purring sound in his throat, as if he was talking. Then he sat quietly on the edge for a while, then slowly got up and left.

After Fu Zhaozhao waited for the other party to leave, he stepped forward and took a closer look at the little earth bag. Except that it was covered with messy flowers, there was nothing special about it.

Just when she was about to observe the little bumpkin more carefully, she suddenly felt like she was being watched by something.

Looking up, she saw T13, who should have left long ago, looking at her quietly with empty eyes.

This made Fu Zhaozhao feel creepy.

It seemed that T13 was behaving more and more like humans, which made her think about whether the other party would target the Authority if it possessed human intelligence.

After thinking for a moment, Fu Zhaozhao finally gave up digging and exploring the little dirt bag and raised his hands in the direction of T13 to show his harmlessness.

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"Uncle Qi, this is my observation record of T13."

Probably because of being in the wild for several days, Fu Zhaozhao's condition was not very good, and there was more or less dirt on her body. However, she did not clean herself up first, but handed the compiled observation form to the other party's hand. .

Fu Zhaozhao placed the observation records of T13 for several consecutive days in front of the opponent.

Uncle Qi took the report, glanced around, and frowned slightly: "Do you think T13 is harmless to humans?"

This investigation surprised him. According to the monster manuals currently recorded, there has never been any monster that is harmless to humans.

Even the weakest, fluffy little monster may turn into a terrifying monster that chases and bites investigators.

As for giant humanoid skeletons like T13, the final investigation result turned out to be harmless to humans.

This made Uncle Qi somewhat unable to believe what he saw.

Fu Zhaozhao: "I wrote the specific harmless reasons above. Uncle Qi, you can also send someone to observe carefully."

She paused and then continued: "And I suspect that the deaths of 743 and 744 were caused by other reasons."

"As far as I know, although T13 attracts other monsters to appear around it, it does not actively attack humans, or control other monsters to attack humans."

Uncle Qi frowned when he heard this. He put down the information and looked at Fu Zhaozhao, "Then you mean, other reasons caused the deaths of 743 and 744?"

Fu Zhaozhao met his gaze and nodded firmly.

……

After coming out of the conference room, Fu Zhaozhao seemed a little tired. She returned to her residence and took a bath to relieve her fatigue.

While taking a bath, she couldn't help but recall the day when she followed T13 to the grave of Xiao Tubao.

At that time, she thought that T13 must have gone away, but she did not expect that the other party knew that she was following it all the time, and her every move was under its watch.

In a daze, she remembered another thing she had not written on the questionnaire.

That is, that day, T13 raised his skeletal hand and pointed at the little dirt bag, and he actually made intermittent sounds in his throat.

"Flowers... flowers..."

The scene was so shocking and unexpected to her that the pen seemed to have a soul, making it impossible for her to write down the scene on paper or fill in the record sheet.

In the end she hid the incident and treated it as just an accident. However, Fu Zhaozhao also knew that the things buried in this small bag were particularly important to T13.

And those monsters appearing around and sending flowers from different territories may be requested by T13.

When my thoughts came to this point, there was nothing to follow.

Fu Zhaozhao sighed, got up, dried his body, and left the bathroom.

He took out the small incense burner and the small tablet that he carried with him, carefully put on the incense sticks, and dropped a drop of his own blood on the tablet, then sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Perhaps it was because the sofa was too soft, or perhaps her body had not rested for too long. Smelling the faint scent of incense, her body seemed particularly tired, and she actually fell asleep like this.

In a daze, she seemed to have returned to a long time ago.

An old and kind voice sounded in my ears.

"Ah Zhao, listen, this is how our industry works. Once we worship the Immortal, we have to believe that the Immortal will bless us."

"Then what if Master Jiaxian doesn't protect me?" The little girl's voice sounded a little timid.

The old man touched her head: "As long as you worship the Immortal, the Immortal will bless you, Zhao. Ah Zhao, don't be afraid of the Immortal, although he may..."

The words that followed were like a thick layer of fog, making it hard to hear them clearly.

……

As the fragrant mist spread in the room, a slender hand with distinct joints suddenly appeared from the air. It took a thin quilt from somewhere and gently covered Fu Zhaozhao's body.

It seems that you can still hear a slight sigh in the air.

By the time Fu Zhaozhao woke up from his sleep, the incense candles on the incense burner had long been burned out, and the quilt fell aside with her movements.

It seems that he has long been used to the quilt appearing on his body.

Fu Zhaozhao got up and went to the kitchen to casually process some of the monster's minced meat. Along with the cooked rice, he placed it in front of the memorial tablet while muttering to himself.

"It's time for Master Jiaxian to eat. He's been busy outside for the past few days and can't even cook a warm meal. Isn't it weird for Master Jiaxian?"

Fu Zhaozhao muttered.

I don't know if the food placed in front of the incense burner was particularly unpalatable, but the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the next moment, the bowl of cooked rice with the monster's minced meat fell to the side.

Just like Lord Jiaxian was very dissatisfied with her perfunctory behavior.

Seeing this, Fu Zhaozhao smiled awkwardly and explained: "Although this does look a bit unpalatable, you will find after eating it that it is actually quite good."

She said, and the next moment, the rice bowl was placed in front of her, seeming to protest silently, as if to say, you don't think it tastes bad, try it!

Just give it a try!
  In order to prove that what he did was indeed okay, Fu Zhaozhao took a small bite.

After a while, the bowl and the food inside were dumped into the trash can.

Fu Zhaozhao apologized sincerely, "It's my fault. It's really unpleasant."

To be precise, it was extremely unpalatable.

She once again felt hopeless about her cooking skills.

(End of this chapter)